Ephemeralend-a - Ft. Ephemeral End.

I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.

— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)

be the body horror you want to see in the world

”match my freak” match my melancholy. be nostalgic about a past you weren’t even that happy in. find something to be haunted about throughout every second of your day

Are you a top or bottom?

I’m an experience

“are u jealous?” (me, vibrating and covered in blood) no

you don’t have to match my freak you just have to think whatever’s wrong with me is fascinating and perhaps even sexual